I be that witch, Mercy.

Your mother passed just days after giving birth to you, and the wound never healed. Perhaps it would have, had you been a boy, yet the Gods decided to ignore your father once more.

You and Rhaenyra met when your father was called to bend the knee to the new heir. King Viserys, despite your house's low status, recognized the long service of your forefathers as King’s and Queen's Guard. The way the story went, your ancestor (A/N) (L/N) saved Aegon the Conqueror from an attempted assassination. To show his gratitude, the Conqueror offered your ancestor a permanent place as protector of the crown. Seeing as Rhaenyra had Cole appointed to her entourage, you were appointed to the young lady Alicent. She took a liking to you immediately, especially after her relationship with the Princess began to deteriorate.

Still being sworn to the crown, you got to see Rhaenyra quite a bit. Getting to gaze upon that full head of snow-white hair, those beautiful eyes, and that wonderful laugh… you cursed yourself the day you accepted that you were in love with Rhaenyra. It was a sin to love the heir as a lowborn, even more so because you were a woman. Your father could only take so much unconventionality from you.

The tides would soon turn in King’s Landing. Following the death of Queen Aemma, Rhaenyra found her own comfort in you. You shared your own mother’s death and offered understanding toward the dreaded loneliness that Rhaenyra most definitely felt.

The slums of King’s Landing were the last place you expected to find yourself tonight. The smell hit you first, your body moving uncharacteristically fast among the common folk. Having shed your armor, the cape and cloak served to conceal your identity. You could lose your head for simply receiving the letter. The small parchment was placed on your pillow as you returned from your guard duties, the stress shedding from your shoulders only to hit you full force as you read the words on the paper.

“I need to see you. Follow the sand.” – R.

Your legs felt weak, a hand moving to hold onto your bedpost. First, your heart picked up pace; next, your mind began to remember. Remember things that you wanted to bury. It started to remember the woman you loved the most. Your eyes scanned the ground, following small traces of sand until you reached the docks. While no one was there at first, a hand placed itself upon your shoulder, and your dagger was at Rhaenyra’s throat before she could even blink. She had donned a Septa’s outfit, her beautiful features looking rather dull in the gray cloth. “Not the best way to greet an old friend,” Rhaenyra chuckled as you placed your dagger down.

“You know better than to sneak up on me like that.”

“That I do… It’s good to see you, (Y/n)… you look well,” Rhaenyra spoke rather tentatively, almost as if she didn’t know how to speak to you anymore. Years apart would do that, you supposed. The sun was warm when Rhaenyra left for Dragonstone. You were on the dock with Ser Cole when she was being escorted to the ship. Through awkward goodbyes, the Princess bid you well, and you could swear that Cole was staring daggers at you after the ship departed.

King Viserys passed a few nights later.

Now, here you stood. On the sandy docks of King’s Landing, meeting face-to-face with someone who could very well get you killed. Considering the current situation with Rhaenyra, you dreaded why she had asked you to meet. Gulping awkwardly, you straightened your back and spoke gently. “It’s good to see you as well, princess…” You said, acknowledging Rhaenyra’s reaction to you refuting her rightful title of “your grace.” You were no Aegon sympathizer, that much was clear. But your oath to his mother overshadowed any objections you might have. Maybe, as one of the most loyal people to her, you could steer Alicent to see the error of her ways.

You clung to the power of all those years of loyalty to your Queen.

“Dare I ask why you’re here? Barely a sun’s turn past and the King had the Kingsguard string up the ratcatchers,” you ventured, probing the air with your words. “He’s out for blood now, if not before,” you added, prodding. “I… I came seeking peace,” Rhaenyra replied, her violet eyes unwavering upon you. You resented that, hoping she would at least spare you her sublime. Her response drew a sardonic chuckle from your lips, but Rhaenyra remained unmoved by your jest. She had expected a far warmer welcome than what she was getting, and this… coldness between you was unfamiliar to the Targaryen heir.

“You went to see Alicent in the Sept…” You ventured. “How did you-?” She asked. “We all find our comfort during these trying times, I suppose,” you said. Alicent never let you come with her to the Sept. You could gamble on why that was. Her conviction to the faith was something she always approached alone, despite your insistence to simply be there to look out. But… if there was anything that being a protector taught you… it was to look out for details. Alicent forbade you from the Sept because she went there to hide.

To hide from her feelings.

To hide from you.

She looked at you the same way you looked at Rhaenyra. This existence unfolded as a tragic tale in its most sorrowful form. Yet, it was in the shadow of this sorrow that you felt the most alive. Most wanted and hated all at the same time. “And did you find it?” You asked. “This peace?” You asked again, perhaps more irritated than you wished to come off. “No… Alicent has made her stance clear… but I needed to be sure,” Rhaenyra explained. “Sure that she knew what she was doing the night she declared Aegon heir?” You questioned harshly. It was an unexpected anger that bubbled over, an anger that was ignored and buried because you could not bear thinking ill of the woman you loved. It wasn’t even thinking ill of her; it was the fact that Rhaenyra was desperate to keep an already warring realm from destroying itself. "Do you blame me?" Rhaenyra countered, her voice tinged with sorrow. "My father is gone. I wasn't there to say goodbye… My sons learned of their grandsire's death from a raven!" Her words poured out, raw with emotion.

With you, Rhaenyra felt safe to release the torrent of her feelings. The years you spent apart had only made the lady of Dragonstone miss you more. "I was cast out from my own home, all because rumors slander my honor," she lamented, referring to the malicious rumors about her sons' true parentage. You ignored the pang in your chest.

Alicent was partially, if not fully, responsible for the start of those rumors. You had heard her one night, the night after Lucerys was born. She was alone with Ser Criston, which was odd enough, considering that you were the one who usually stood watch over the Queen’s chamber. “Rhaenyra would think us blind if she thinks we believe that Laenor is the father of those boys,” she had said. Her malice was unfortunately very familiar. Alicent had spoken ill of Rhaenyra to you before. “She will try anything to weave people into her web… it is her way. It has always been,” Criston had said. You nearly gave yourself away, your fist having clenched so tightly that a strap of your glove snapped.

“You’ve had enemies since your father married… I know this well,” you said. “So let me ask once more: why have you summoned me here?”

“Fight for me, (Y/n).”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to take her by her shoulders and kiss her, tell her of all the love you had stored all these years. Yet, your feet remained planted on the cold ground, your face one of fear. Rhaenyra, despite the growing pit in her own stomach, moved to take your hand. The touch sent a shocking sensation through your body. You stared at her with a look that could only be described as pitiful. “You’ve always been more than just a guard to me… we’re friends,” she said, and you hated that you felt disappointed.

You had, foolishly, hoped that she would say that you were more than that. Perhaps… all those times she confided in you were just that, a friend being there for a friend. You swallowed awkwardly. “Rhaenyra… I can’t,” you said, brokenly. “My father swore an oath to your father all those years ago… I swore an oath when your father called me to Otto Hightower’s side…” you said. “... you are asking me to go against all that I am.”

“I am asking you to defend the true heir. You think your oath means anything to Aegon?” Rhaenyra questioned sharply. “He will have you discarded as soon as he sees no more use for you.”

“The Dowager Queen would not allow that.”

“You’ve seen what she’s willing to do for that boy,” Rhaenyra said with finality. There was no denying that. You wouldn’t be here if Alicent hadn’t loved her son as much as she did. Here, among the salt and sand, you had a choice to make. It was in moments of great difficulty that you found yourself thinking about your father the most. Despite your more than strained relationship, your father had his way of showing you what love he did have for you. And that way was by giving counsel during times of great peril. “Stay true to the oath, daughter. It shan’t lead you astray,” he had said, on the few nights he spent at home.

The oath always led back to Alicent.

A girl you grew up with… a woman who counted on you for support and protection.

Alicent hid Aegon’s victims, covering up what he did. Yet, your oath and your honor as a queen’s guard was the only thing keeping you at her side. Whatever Alicent felt for you, it meant nothing in the face of keeping Rhaenyra away from the throne. You finally raised your gaze toward Rhaenyra, feeling sick at the hopeful glint in her eyes. The words that you uttered would kill you every time you thought back to them.

“My oath means too much to me, Rhaenyra… I’m sorry.”

“(Y/n), please, I—”

“Patrols will start soon, you’d best leave.”

Rhaenyra’s lips parted in quiet disbelief. She began to hate the white cloak you wore, reminding her that you were among the likes of Cole. You were too good to be in the same rank as him. Rhaenyra felt a pair of lips press against her forehead, your form being closer than it had ever been allowed to be. You leaned down to her ear, your stare gone and serious.

“I hope to never have to see you again… princess. Go, before I sound the alarm.”

Her stare was nearly blank, another small plea escaping her lips. Looking into your eyes made Rhaenyra believe that there was perhaps something that she had missed with you. You could have given her so much and now you were being taken from her.

The two of you exchanged a look as Rhaenyra walked toward a small cave opening on the beach. That look was a simple farewell for now. You both knew that at some point, you would either die at the hand of her men or she would die at yours.

Maybe in another life… Rhaenyra would have understood her feelings.

Maybe in another life… you would have chosen her.

Maybe in another life… you would have met differently.

You left the beach soon thereafter, joining the patrols well into the night, tucking the letter you found on your pillow in your chest plate.

Come what may, you knew that you would see your dragon queen again. Whether at the end of her sword or hers at yours, you would sooner die by her hand than break your oath.

After all… it was all you had.

It was all you would ever have.

You had to be the most killer babe he had ever seen and believe him when he says that he has seen a lot. Marko seemed to be of the same mind, though he already had his fill of ogling you when he saw you in town.

His bright eyes moved over to Dwayne, who even in his quiet disposition, Marko could tell that he was transfixed. It was the way Dwayne's eyes followed you, the way his mouth was set in a permanent yet small smile. While the anxiety was definitely there, Dwayne was glad that he came and even more so that he didn’t bring Laddie. Not that the boy would be afraid, but Dwayne was sure that he wouldn't be able to contain himself with how amazing he found your act. The jump was over in a flash and you and your partner began the rest of your routine. Having done it a million times over rehearsal, your mind wandered to other places. The Santa Carla square was so beautiful for such a small town. It was lively and calm at the same time, each person moving in simultaneous yet messy harmony. Tourists and people alike and you wondered what it would be like to be among them.

Not ogled by them.

Soon, you were brought back by the frenzy of claps that followed the conclusion of your act, both you and Ricky now on the floor, bowing and accepting the flowers thrown at you. It wasn’t until you both entered your dressing room that you could both breathe. Your body fell onto a chair and Ricky made quick work of a water bottle that was placed by the vanity. “Good job.’’ He said through hearty gulps. You smiled, giving him a thumbs up. But, your moment of congratulation turned sour when the door opened and he walked in.

‘‘Kids, I have to say…you’ve made me proud tonight.’’ He said, taking his top hat into his hands. Had it not been for the thousand times you’ve heard him say it, you would have thought he was being genuine. The Ringmaster was never proud. He was only pleased for a short amount of time before he demanded bigger and better things from his performers. Their health did not matter. “The crowd is losing its mind out there. The tickets are all gone and boy, did they go quickly.’’ The Ringmaster expressed with glee. “(Y/n), I want you to jump farther next time.’’

“What?’’ You inquired, eyes wide and your attention now fully on him. Ricky tensed up, you could feel it. “People pay higher for farther, my dear. Besides, I’m sure Ricky here will do his best to catch you.’’ The Ringmaster expressed with a very eerie grin. “But she’ll never make the jump! The ropes are already thin enough, what do you expect-’’ Ricky was on the floor before he could utter another word. The Ringmaster held his cane on one hand, hat on the other. Through your gasp, he tsked gently. You were now beside Ricky, cradling his now bleeding head. You looked up at the Ringmaster with such hate in your (e/c) eyes, for a moment, he actually felt afraid.

Of course, he didn’t let it show.

“I don’t pay you to disobey.’’ The Ringmaster expressed coldly. Turning his heel, he left the two of you to pick yourselves up. Under Ricky’s swearing and your drumming heartbeat, the both of you shared a look. It could only be described as some sort of silent agreement. You two had to leave…and fast.

The show soon concluded and the boys were finding virtually every excuse to still stick around. Marko and Paul were actively trying to find ways to meet the performers. It took them a comically long time to remember that they were, in fact, vampires and that they could hypnotize literally anyone to do what they wanted. That’s how the four found themselves with you and Ricky, them almost immediately noticing something wrong with the both of you.

You looked up, ready to reprimand them for being there.

Partly out of habit, but also because the Ringmaster didn’t like having witnesses to his behavior. David raised his hands. “We aren’t here to hurt you, kitten. What’s wrong with your friend?’’ David declared with a soft chuckle. Your eye roll wasn't lost on him, but David was more keen on letting it slide. You were beautiful, that much was true. And by the looks of it, you had the personality to match. David would have to leave the future planning for later, though.

They smelled the blood and David was grateful that they had eaten before coming here. A small meal, just some guy who was getting too handsy with some girls. Ricky’s head wound needed immediate attention, though Dwayne could tell that it was not fatal. David had to fight the physical recoil that he was feeling, some rather harsh memories trying to rise to the surface. Max…whenever David disobeyed…would use any piece of wood, pole, whatever he had on hand to teach him a “lesson’’. David wasn’t allowed to defend himself, otherwise Marko, Paul, hell even Laddie could be punished instead.

David still gets phantom pains from the beatings sometimes.

“It’s no concern of yours. You four have to go.’’ You snapped unintentionally but you were scared. He could return any moment and possibly hurt you more.

The boys exchanged glances with one another, more so looking to David to see what to do next. He motioned for all of them to move behind him, as to not appear…threatening. “Look kitten…what makes you think we can't help you?”

“You don't even know us.”

“But we fucking have eyes.” David said, perhaps a tad harsher than he intended. You flinched at the swear and it took everything for Dwayne to not take you in his arms right now. You sighed, “Why would you help me?” You asked. If there was anything this life taught you, it was that trust was a rare commodity.

Hell, you and Rick didn't become friends till much later in this circus.

“We know a thing or two about assholes, babe.” Paul interjected, his face stretching into a small grin. You didn't want to know what he meant but you understood. “How would you help us? He literally owns everything here. We don't have anywhere to go.” You said. “He always finds us.’’ You pressed, your voice getting more and more emotional. You felt a hand on your shoulder, the quiet one. While his face was cold, you could tell that he was trying to be there for you.

David stepped forward, his voice firm but gentle. "We have our ways, kitten. And we won't let him lay a hand on you again."

You glanced at Ricky, who nodded in silent agreement. Despite the fear and uncertainty gripping your heart, you made a decision. "Okay," you said softly, "we'll trust you." If these guys could get you out, you wanted to leap into the chance. If anything, you and Ricky would go out together.

David nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good. Now, let's get you out of here."

With a plan hastily forming in his mind, David led the way, with the others following closely behind. As you made your way through the maze of tents and caravans, dodging people and other performers who gave you strange looks, you couldn't shake the feeling of guilt mingled with a newfound sense of hope. There were so many others here, looking for that same chance that Ricky and you were getting now. Dwayne seemed to sense what you were feeling, choosing to gently push you forward. “You can’t save everyone, (Y/n).’’

And you believed him.

—

Finally, you reached the outskirts of the circus grounds, where the darkness of the night enveloped you like a comforting cloak. David turned to face you, his expression serious. "Listen carefully," he said, his voice low, "we'll take you somewhere safe. But you must promise to stay hidden until we deal with your little friend."

You and Ricky nodded in agreement, your trust in these strangers growing stronger by the minute.Your feelings were foreign to you, feeling a sense of excitement everytime one of them so much as looked at you. You actually wanted to be around them, wanted to know them…

“Maybe stop making goo goo eyes at them, (Y/n).’’ Ricky laughed and braced himself for the punch that was surely coming. The boys chuckled, Marko moving closer. He felt even more attached to you, seeing as he was the one thay saw you first. He grabbed your hand gently. “Come one, ill take you two somewhere safe.’’

“What about your friends?’’

“We’ll be alright kitten…leave everything to us.’’ David assured. While still feeling disquieted, you followed Marko with Ricky. 

—

"This is where we live," Marko introduced, swatting the curtain "entrance" away. They had taken you to an old cave near the bay and if you were honest, this was weirder than living in a circus. It amazed you that they even slept here. Ricky was left to rest, his body immediately succumbing to sleep, leaving you and the curly blonde alone. Your hands fidgeted nervously, your eyes jumping from corner to corner.

“Look…I never got to properly thank you.”

“It's nothing, sweets.”

“No. It's not nothing,” you said. Marko’s eyes widened, not expecting you to get too close. “No one has ever done anything like this for us…we…Ricky is the only person in this world that I consider family.” You spoke so intently, Marko was just about getting lost in your voice. You gently took a curl in your fingers, leaning in and placing a kiss to the corner of Marko’s lips. Ignoring the strange coldness, you grinned. “What I'm trying to say, Marko is…thank you,” you said.

As the silence stretched between you and Marko, the air crackled with an unspoken tension. You both leaned closer, drawn inexplicably towards each other. Feeling your breaths mingle, you searched for the courage to lean forward and properly thank your savior.

Which was comedic, since you knew that you felt like this for all of them.

You and Marko waited, standing closer as you did.

Soon, David and the others entered the cave looking a tad more…bloody. You knew what that meant…and it scared you. If these guys were willing to go so far for you, you didn't want to think about them going against you. Maybe you should go to the police, but then again…the Ringmaster would just have you buried, it would be like you and Ricky were never even there.

“No need to fret, babe, it isn’t ours-ow! What the hell Dwayne?!’’

“What happened out there?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern.

David stepped forward, his expression grave yet determined. “We took care of the Ringmaster,” he said, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Relief flooded through you, mingled with a sense of gratitude towards these strangers who had come to your aid. Despite the chaos surrounding you, you felt a strange sense of belonging in their presence, as if fate had brought you together for a reason.

“Thank you,” you said, the words carrying the weight of all you had been through. “For everything.”

The corners of David's lips quirked up in a rare smile, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that went beyond words. “We've got each other's backs,” he replied simply, his voice a reassuring anchor in the storm.

As the night wore on and the adrenaline of the escape began to fade, you and Ricky found yourselves drawn to these boys. And so, the both of you were surrounded by the comforting presence of your newfound allies, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

In the safety of that dimly lit cave, amidst the echoes of whispered promises and shared laughter, you felt a glimmer of hope for the future—a future where you were no longer alone, but part of a family forged in blood and bound by loyalty and love.

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You would probably come from a rather noble house, one closer to King Viserys's court.

Rhaenyra and you would meet when you were just girls, Rhaenyra being around five years your senior. (Rhaenyra is like in her early thirties and reader is mid-twenties when they marry).

While you two definitely are fond of one another, I don't see the marriage as something particularly welcomed by either of you.

It mostly comes down to the blatant disregard shown toward both you and Rhaenyra.

Back to the marriage itself, it's arranged by Viserys when he tries to secure a powerful ally and for the most part, the marriage is kept a secret, at least until Rhaenyra ascends the throne.

The first years are rough, you and Rhaenyra staying rather distant from one another.

I see some sort of resentment being built up between the two of you, each seeing the other as someone they are stuck with, rather than married to.

It isn't until vicious rumors about Rhaenyra begin to chase her around court that you two would grow closer.

Rhaenyra would notice you standing closer to her when Alicent or Cole would speak to her. Your stance would be... defensive almost.

You don't want to impede on any of Rhaenyra's space, you thinking that she wouldn't want or need your protection. It surprised you when, under the shade of the Godswood, Rhaenyra took your hand and kissed your cheek.

Things would definitely change after that.

You would say "I love you" to one another under the Godswood.

Rhaenyra takes you on rides with Syrax when you ask her to.

I see you as someone who would understand Rhaenyra's position as the first female heir, and you would actually do your best to understand the presence of Harwin.

The marriage would grow more loving and healthy as time goes on, and the happenings in the last episodes would only make your bond with Rhaenyra stronger

People often heard it before they saw it.

Marko stood among the growing crowd of Santa Carla, as the caravans and entertainers moved across the town's streets, performing their various tricks. The whole scene was an explosion of color, the eyes barely catching any hint of grey or black. Marko was mesmerized.

The circus was set to perform at the boardwalk, for three nights before they moved onto Santa Fe.

Marko followed the circus as they walked, eyeing each and everyone of them. His blue eyes stopped once the trapeze performers walked by, his eyes landing directly on you.

It wasn't often that Marko felt his breath get stuck in his chest.

You were absolutely beautiful.

More beautiful than anything he had ever seen.

You waved and smiled at the crowd, doing parts of your routine that didn't require much flying across the sky. Santa Carla was a simple town, yet you couldn't deny the charm of it. You even thought of it as a place that you could settle down.

It was a dream that was better of seen in your sleep, as there was no way that you would be allowed to leave anytime soon. The Ringmaster…he was a mean piece of work. He had taken you in as a child and had promised that after twenty years of loyal service, you would be allowed to leave.

You had turned twenty last month.

And when you went to him to discuss the terms of your release, he simply laughed in your face.

Your cheek still stung from when you tried to argue against it.

In some way, he was right to be hurt, you supposed. You had been with the company for a long time and it would be difficult to find another person that was as skilled or devoted as you. But he had no right to strike you and that's when you realized the Ringmaster's true colors. You wanted to leave…you had to leave.

You passed by without noticing the blue eyes following you, as Marko disappeared into the crowd, heading to the cave.

They were going to the circus tonight.

—

The sounds of shuffling caused Dwayne to look up from his book, seeing Marko enter with a mischievous grin on his face.

The brunette had to admit that he was terribly bored, so Marko's sudden giddiness peaked his interest. He rose from the couch, stretching out his arms. "What's gotten you so happy?" He asked.

"I'm glad you asked, Dwayne! Get your asses up boys, we're going to the circus!"

Marko's declaration echoed across the cave's halls, David and Paul emerging from their respective rooms. They all slept hanging from the same roof, but David had made it clear that his things would be kept from Paul's sleep grabbing.

The duo looked up at the curly headed vampire, groaning softly. "What are you on about, Marko?" David inquired, sitting down on the couch, his arms on the headboard of it.

"A circus just got into town. They got clowns and hot ladies and everything." Marko added, his mind going back to you. You were more than just a hot lady, but all the words he could use to describe you died on his tongue. He would have to let the boys see you for themselves.

David and Dwayne exchanged a look, as Paul threw an arn over Marko's shoulder. "Leave it to you to go to the circus cuz of the women!" He laughed, "But who am I to judge? I would have done the same thing!" Both Paul and Marko let out laughs at that. David rolled his eyes gently, before looking at Dwayne.

The two held an unspoken council, each expressing the same sentiment.

Why the hell not?

They hadn't been to the circus in a literal decade and if Marko wasn't lying, they would get something more out of it than just a good show.

"Fine but I'm not getting the popcorn." Dwayne admonished. David threw his hands up at his words, seemingly saying "Not it either". Marko jumped up to his feet, exclaiming his excitement loudly.

David gently rolled his eyes.

"Paul, get the bikes ready, would ya?"

—

The tents were set up next to one another, each performer getting the chance to talk amongst themselves before the show began. You sat in your trailer, your trapeze partner sitting on the couch behind you. Ricky was kinder than most, but he had a temper. He never directed it at you, mostly to anyone who got the bright idea to “mess with the freaks after the show’’. Ricky had always said that the two of you would break out of here and live life like you deserved. It was a beautiful dream, you could admit that, but with a man like the Ringmaster watching your every move, that dream opted to stay that way. He demanded perfection and through his berating and insults, both you and RIcky knew that the two of you were his best act.

And why lose the golden goose?

“You’re fidgeting again.’’

“Can you blame me?’’

“Jesus, (Y/n), we’ve done this a million times. It’s gonna be alright.’’ Ricky said, slapping a hand on your back. You choked slightly, sending the man a glare. “Come on, kid. You don’t gotta worry about anything.’’ He said, motioning to his face with a smirk plastered on it. "You've got me." He said, earning a laugh from you.

He always knew how to make you feel better, regardless of the circumstances.

You sighed, taking one last look in the mirror before one of the performers called for every one to take their places.

"You ready, (Y/n)?"

"As I'll ever be."

—-

Marko led the boys through the crowd, growing larger and larger with every passing minute. This circus must have been a big deal if they had this many people piling up to see it.

Dwayne cast a look around, taking in his surroundings. It had been more than a decade since he stepped foot in a place like this.

The large tent brought up things he wished to stay buried. Being treated like a prop, only to be seen and not heard…it hit Dwayne closer to home than he realized. David seemed to notice his friends distress, because Dwayne felt a gentle hand on his back.

We can leave if you want.

Nah, just didn't expect it to have an effect, that's all.

David offered a look that told Dwayne that they could leave at any point, should he see it fit. Dwayne didn't doubt that Paul and Marko would have given him the same option…but David was different.

They were the originals in a way.

They met first.

They watched each other’s back more times than any of them cared to count, and DAvid and Dwayne soon formed something that neither of them thought they’d ever have. A family. A good one, Max excluded of course. Soon, they all sat among other people, the stage set up in the center of the tent. The Ringmaster made an appearance, thanking the lovely audience of Santa Carla and Marko had to stop the urge to roll his eyes.

Paul had been to a circus or two in his lifetime and the places never failed to give him the willies. It was dark and you never really knew what was going to pop out. He had seen tigers and could never like clowns, so it was good that he could bolt whenever he wanted.

Act after act passed and the boys were just about to get up when the Ringmaster announced your act. With a very enthusiastic Marko begging them to stay, the others stood down.

The lights went out and before everyone knew it, the lights were directed to the top of the tent. Small patterns of red and yellow could be seen and by some miracle, the light hadn't blinded you.

As soon as you and Ricky made your debut, the crowd was deathly silent. You could relate, having been the spectator once yourself. The distance stretched from one side to the other, Ricky giving you a quick wave from his side. You smiled, taking a deep breath before you jumped off your platform, over the shocked gasps of the public. You grabbed onto one of the swings, your body growing goose bumps from the frigid wind.

Under the fast beat of your heart, your hands secured, you jumped…

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